Page 29 of Burning for the Fireman

But as my steps carry me to my wife, I can’t help but smile.

I never thought I’d have this. The family, the future. When I lost Roger I thought I’d be alone forever.

Until she showed up and just…stayed.

I drop my sodden clothes by the bed and slip under the sheets, pulling my wife into my body. My dick immediately leaps to attention when her soft ass presses into him.

She moans and turns over, kissing me softly as she wraps her silky arms around me. My lips tease hers open and our tongues tangle, slow and languid.

My hands run up and down her body and she moans again, pushing her hips into me.

I let my fingers find her sweet pussy and I groan when I feel her juices on my fingers.

“I love you, wildfire. I need you,” I whisper in her ear, feeling her shudder, her blue eyes dark as midnight.

“I love you too, Reed. I need you so much.” And like we’ve done a thousand times, we fall into each other’s arms and I turn her gently, slipping inside her body, my hands tangling in her curls, my lips caressing her throat, nipping her lightly.

Slowly, gently, we make love and it’s more. It’s always more than I expect. Because it’s her.

We move and writhe and come together over and over until I feel her splintering, her body fluttering wildly around me.

I let myself go, my release washing over me, my spine tingling, my body going tight as I bury my face in her throat, my balls snug against her ass.

“Mercy,” I breathe, a prayer and a thanksgiving all in one.

I wrap my arms around her and settle her against me, my hands resting on her rounded belly as she settles back into sleep.

My Mercy. My salvation. My everything.